Feel the Open Wound.

I took a cigarette stuck it face down

lit side facing my skin

pressing it down ever so perfectly

leaving remnants of a sphere

as the blood rushed to the surface

of the fresh wound

curiously taking my pointer finger

and ever so slightly placing it

on the juicy red button.

To see if I could still

feel…

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